I wonder?

Have you ever hit the worst day of your life? The next day was just as bad but in a different way and this cycle keeps repeating. When does it end?
Have you ever wished that you lived near a cave? I would like one just far away, far enough to forget.
When is the last time you smiled? Really, truly, genuinely smiled. Can you remember? I can't.
I am looking at this blanked, I no more that 3 minutes ago folded and put away, in a matted mess on the couch. Did it even matter that I spent my time to fold it? Did I do it wrong, was it meant to be haphazardly thrown around? Was I suppose to wash it?
What else do I do wrong that is a waste of my time? But really what else do I have to so with my time? If I didn't have all these little pointless things I would have nothing.